Txt from my Dad: 8.4.11 (8:18AM)
"Hi Beth going to rain today"
--- Alright Dad! Not only did he spell my name
correctly, he's taking a neutral approach to today's
texts and is discussing the weather.
Txt from me: 8.4.11 (9:03AM)
"Rained here. How are you today?
I still haven't seen any pictures from your phone
they just show up like black blobs."
-- Selfishly, I really want him to figure out the camera. I can only imagine
the picture gold that he would send.
Txt from my Dad: 8.4.11 (10:34AM)
""
--- I get a lot of blank text bubbles from my Dad.
This is both figurative and literal.
Txt from my Dad: 8.4.11 (12:31PM)
"Hi Beth any thing crapping this wknd"
--- Predictive text magic.
Txt from my Dad: 8.4.11 (2:35PM)
"Beth tell me if u get this
im in a bus
comming from the mall"
--- I have so many thoughts. I wonder if my Dad
is amazed that he can be in a vehicle but yet, this
magic phone still works. I wonder if the other people on
the bus are as amazed at my Dad's ability to text as I am.
I wonder if my reply text is going to blow his mind.
Txt from my me: 8.4.11 (2:56PM)
"Got it. Cool huh? What did you
get at the mall?"
--- I know why my Dad went to the mall. It's
the only thing he buys outside of Andy Capp Hot Fries.
Txt from my Dad: 8.4.11 (2:57PM)
"Im still collecting d v d as
a hobby"
--- And there it is. DVDs.
Txt from my me: 8.4.11 (3:32PM)
"What did u get today?"
--- My Dad's collection of DVDs has a long and storied history.
All I can say is that his choices are always interesting, always random, and,
if you ask for '30 Rock Season 3' for Christmas, you will end up
with 'Paul McCartney : Live from Moscow'.
Txt from my Dad: 8.4.11 (3:47PM)
"Life unexpected on cw
channel"
--- And there it is.
